Chapter 58 I really want to improve, you force me to do it
Feng Ju gathered all his strength and chased to the gate of the community, but had to stop.
The black-faced evildoer and the special envoy disappeared without a trace.
"I can't keep up with the special commissioner. Damn it! If my bones were better and my martial arts skills were higher, I might be able to keep up with him, or even kill that evil guy right in the house."
Feng Ju felt that he had missed a great opportunity, and a feeling of regret and powerlessness gripped his heart. Even Feng Ju's breathing became depressed. He really wanted to make progress.
Then,
A white mask without any facial features rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.
"Another one?" Feng Ju was shocked. A chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his back, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously.
Then, his eyes shone with a fiery light, and his whole head became hot: "Another one!"
The surprise of regaining the enemy filled Feng Ju's chest and made his adrenaline surge. For a moment, he forgot and ignored the danger from the evil elements.
Feng Ju shouted a warning while bending his arm to the side and stabbing the short knife straight at the bone mask.
"This guy looks familiar. He's Feng Mu's stepfather."
"But I'm not Feng Muye, I'm now the evil member of [Fate], Mask~"
Feng Mu turned his head away indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes. He had neither love nor hatred for Feng Ju, so he would not intentionally increase the force of his attack, nor would he hold back.
Just like the featureless face of the mask, he treats everyone with the same indifference.
Raise your hand, hook your claws, pinch the blade with two fingers, and rub it into a twist.
Feng Ju's eyes blurred and he flew into the air. The mask disappeared from his sight and he fell heavily to the ground, knocked unconscious.
Feng Mu stepped on Feng Ju's chest and rushed forward suddenly. The latter's eyes went dark and blood spurted out of his mouth.
Feng Muhun didn't care whether Feng Ju was alive or dead. He pushed away the opponent's obstruction and rushed towards the nearest few constables like thunder.
Just as he expected, after watching the Evil Black Face leave, they did not expect the Evil Mask to appear again.
Everyone had just relaxed and was caught off guard. The speed at which they drew their guns and aimed was obviously not as fast as the brutal enemies who were charging into the crowd.
As soon as one of the constables put his hand on the gun, Feng Mu took the lead, grabbed Li Xiao with his finger hook, and cut the gun body like foam, and several fingers with smooth cut surfaces fell off at the same time.
The other captain had just taken out his gun and had no time to aim when Feng Mu got close to him and gouged out his eyes with a dragonfly-like blow.
Another captain of the police force had no time to draw his gun. He roared and hugged Feng Mu around the waist, trying to capture him, but Feng Mu's claws pulled his spine out from behind, and he immediately fell limp to the ground.
Feng Mu's speed was not as fast as the dark-faced man, so he could not let these constables distance him and shoot him like a kite, as he did not have the agile footwork to dodge the bullets.
Therefore, he had to kill as many head constables as possible as quickly as possible. He did not seek to kill them for sure, but only to destroy their ability to draw their guns with one strike.
If the opponent dies, it means that he is destined to die. If he doesn't die, he won't kill him again, because that would be a waste of time.
Feng Mu was trying to seize the initiative and save time, because the captains had also reacted and were frantically trying to distance themselves from him.
They also realized that, unlike the black-faced man whose movements were almost invisible, the masked man in front of them was not that fast, but his strength was terrifying and his claw skills were vicious. If they were touched at close range, their bones, flesh and fascia would be pierced like tofu.
"One, two, three...six, seven!"
Feng Mu counted silently in his mind, and when he killed the seventh constable, gunshots finally rang out.
Feng Mu felt a pain in his lower back as a bullet penetrated his lower back. It seemed that one of his intestines was severed by the bullet and blood gushed out from the bullet hole.
Feng Mu's pupils turned red instantly, and he stomped his feet, pouncing on his prey like a hungry tiger.
The captain who fired the shot was horrified and fired two more shots. The next second, the gun barrel exploded, but Feng Mu blocked the bullet hole with his fingertips.
The barrel of the gun exploded, and bullet fragments shot out from the breech, covering his face.
His miserable howl made the hearts of other detectives who were ready to shoot tremble.
They were all experienced constables in the police station and had seen some powerful warriors before, such as the black-faced man and the scarred woman, who were also very scary and killed people as easily as cutting grass.
But, we are still flesh and blood, and we still have to dodge bullets instead of sticking to them head-on.
Is he still a human being if he blocks the bullet hole with his fingers? The most terrifying thing is that it was the gun barrel that exploded, not his fingers?
Feng Mu pulled out his finger, and the flesh on the tip of his finger was blown off, revealing a hideous, hooked bone finger.
The finger hook slashed forward, leaving a streak of white light under the night sky. The screams in front of him stopped abruptly. The blood spurting from the carotid artery cast red spots on the white mask, making it look even more weird and evil.
This was Feng Mu's first finishing blow tonight.
Feng Mu lowered his head and used his fingers to dig the three bullets out of his stomach. Blood gushed out from the three holes.
The [Blood Madness] icon on the retina was brighter than ever before.
Thoughts of bloodlust and murder filled his mind, and violent emotions were irritating his nerves.
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Feng Mu stepped on the ground, leaving a dent, and his speed suddenly increased significantly.
Looking at the blood-stained mask rushing towards him, the captain's heart was pounding, his index finger was welded to the trigger, and bullets were fired continuously.
In Feng Muyinhong's field of vision, he could vaguely see the shadow of the trajectory. He suddenly shifted his step, used the crudest footwork, and relied on his terrifying strength and explosive speed to dodge nine bullets.
Only one bullet hit his chest, which happened to pass through the gap between his ribs and pierce the right lung lobe.
Breathing suddenly became painful, as if my lungs were on fire, and then there was even stronger power and speed.
With a light flick of the finger, a terrified head flew into the air, spinning. The severed neck seemed to be unresponsive and paused for a moment before blood spurted straight up.
It's a long story, but in reality it happened in a flash, and in less than half a minute, a dozen constables were either killed or injured.
Mu had been shot four times, his blood was burning, and his hunger and thirst were uncontrollable.
Wang Yilin was a little scared. He left only 30 constables to set up an ambush. After they were severely damaged by the Black Face and Masked Men, less than half of them were left.
But why does this mask seem to get stronger the more it gets shot?
My strength and speed seemed to have increased exponentially. I must be hallucinating because I was too tired. Wang Yilin rubbed his eyes fiercely and said angrily, "Shoot, everyone shoot. He's been shot. He's struggling to death. Kill him together. I'll ask the special envoy for credit for everyone."
Bang, bang, bang, bang——
There was a lot of gunfire.
Feng Mu stood where he was and took a deep breath. He smelled the lingering blood of more than 1,000 people in the air.
The [Feast] icon was beating violently with the heartbeat, as if it was coming to life.
Like a mouse entering a rice warehouse, he could originally suppress the impulse in his heart, but now he was injured and losing blood, and the feeling of hunger and thirst was magnified exponentially. How could he bear it? Feng Mu stepped on the ground, and the air seemed to explode with a sound, and he pounced straight towards Wang Yilin.
The dense bullets from behind hit his back, tearing his clothes to reveal a dense mass of white bones, which looked like a strange bone armor, not a human body.
The thermos in the bag was torn to pieces by bullets, and blood soaked the bag and clothes.
"You forced me to do this~" The sound of grinding teeth under the mask was chilling.
This was the last sentence Wang Yilin heard in this world. Before his eyes was a ghost face completely stained with blood...
(End of this chapter)
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